Little Green Pepper【Non-serious entertainment circle】

"Huh?" Bach's magnetic voice came from his chest, and he looked at Yan'an, waiting for his next sentence.

"Let's run at night, whoever gets to the place where he lives first wins, and whoever loses gets to wash today's clothes." There are no lights around, only the flash of the mobile phone flickering, and a pair of smart eyes are shining in Yan'an.

"You idiot," Bach said to Yan'an.

While Yan'an was still hesitating about what to say next, Bach had a thought, and rushed out to his place of residence.

Yan'an still didn't know what happened, and he was still wondering why Bach left him and ran away.

Suddenly understanding what he meant, Yan'an ran behind Bach and shouted, "My uncle's Bach, today's clothes are yours to wash!"

Bach turned his head, showing a row of big white teeth and continued to run forward without making a sound. Yan'an chased after him. The flashlight illuminated the road ahead. Yan'an caught up with Bach with heavy panting, wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed down. "It's ok. I, I don't care, anyway, I'll take your bath today," Yan'an said panting.

Bach put his arms around Yan'an's arm, "I'm too lazy to move, just put it in the box."

"Wow, little brother, what about your cleanliness? I don't care. Last time I washed it for you. This time you wash it for me." Yan'an said.

"I remember it was washed in the washing machine." Bach smiled and looked at Yan'an who was dissatisfied.

"I washed that too, so it's settled," Yan'an slapped Bach on the back lightly.

"Fuck, do you want to be beaten, huh?" Bach pinched Yan'an's chin with two fingers, and Yan'an couldn't help laughing when he saw his bared teeth, and sprayed his saliva on his face.

"Stop playing, I've got a cleanliness." Bach pursed his lips in disgust, and then he couldn't help but bend down and lift Yan'an's clothes to wipe off the saliva sprayed on his face.

"...I really want your fans to see your real appearance." Yan'an smacked his lips and watched Bach put his clothes down.

When the two returned to the residence, Yan'an closed the door with his foot, took off his clothes and threw them on Bach's head, "Three-pointer, perfect." After speaking, he jumped on the bed with a stride.

"Son, dad, remember, I'll clean you up sooner or later. Damn, your clothes smell like saliva." Bach took the clothes into his hands.

"It's as if you haven't swallowed it." Yan'an took off his pants on the bed and threw it at Bach.

Sooner or later, he would be choked to death by Yan'an's thick skin. Bach silently took his clothes and went to the bathroom. The bathroom here is quite simple, but fortunately, it is well-equipped.

"I'll wash it for you tomorrow!" Yan'an stood at the door wearing slippers and looked at Bach with a smile.

"Can you put on some clothes, even a cassock?" Bach saw Yan'an dangling in front of him in his underwear, but he didn't feel much, because he was used to it.

"Why don't you take off your underwear? Don't you want me to wash them?" Bach said in a teasing tone.

Seeing that no one spoke for a long time, Bach looked up at Yan'an. It was a rare time when Yan'an was so thin-skinned. Seeing Yan'an's peachy eyes, Bach laughed sullenly.

"My name is self-reliance. I can wash my underwear myself." Yan'an held his head high and said nonsense in a serious manner.

Bach shook his head and washed his clothes.Yan'an looked a little bored and began to record a small video. While recording, he said to himself, "I just ran a race against Bach, and he lost, so he is doing my laundry now."

As he spoke, he took a picture of Bach who was washing clothes with his mobile phone. Bach raised his head, "Want to show some face?" Bach was a little helpless, but his hands kept moving.

Yan'an held up the phone and stretched out his face, "Here is the face." After speaking, he grinned, dimples sunken on his cheeks.

After washing their clothes, the two took a hasty shower separately, and it was quite cold when they came out.Because Yan'an was already so cold that he actually put on his pajamas, then he got into the bed, stretched his feet outside, and said to Bach, "Come on, come on, I've warmed up the bed." Yan'an stretched his feet outside and hooked it back Bach blowing his hair.

Bach continued to pull the hair dryer with the hair dryer like a normal person.

Here Yan’an swiped something on Weibo, he yelled strangely, “Fuck, Bach, you’re hot,”

Yan'an slid his mobile phone, looked at the trending searches on Weibo, and saw that the photo should be a photo of Bach when he was playing tricks. On such a hot day, he was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt. The three buttons on the top of the shirt were unbuttoned, faint You can see the pectoral muscles. Beads of sweat fell on the collarbone and continued to slide down. One hand wiped the sweat on his forehead, as if he knew someone was secretly filming. Bach's eyes were dark, and he slashed at the person like a sword.

Yan'an saved this photo and began to scroll down again. A big V tweeted Bach's previous model picture, and thousands of people commented below.

"Tsk tsk, come on, let me read it to you, cough. What kind of collision between a tough guy and an innocent boy, vomit." Yan'an said while vomiting.

He looked at Bach's Weibo again, and the number of fans has been rising steadily, from hundreds of thousands before to more than 100 million now, and there is still an upward trend. The most amazing thing is that even the fans on his own Weibo have also increased. stop.

After Bach finished drying his hair, he walked to the bed, bent over to take a look, then turned off the light, and lay down on the bed.

As soon as the quilt was lifted, a burst of coldness came from outside, Yan'an stretched out his hand to cover the gap, and touched Bach's shoulder with his shoulder.

"Look, there are still people rushing to give birth to monkeys for you." Yan'an put the mobile phone in front of Bach's eyes.

Just as Bach was about to say something, Yan'an shook his phone, "It's okay, I saw them yelling at me to give birth to a monkey."

"..." Bach didn't speak, he just wanted Yan'an to shut up, close his eyes, and sleep.

"Hey, Bach, you're going to be popular. Do you want to delete the photos and videos of the two of us, or it will affect you badly."

Yan'an scrolled down the comments, and saw that someone used homosexuality in Bach's comments. He was in a bad mood, so he clicked on it with his right hand and reported it directly.

Bach turned over and lay facing Yan'an, "It's okay, I don't care, as long as you know it, you know it. Besides, it's not that easy to be red."

Yan'an was quite satisfied with the answer, put down the phone, pressed Bach's lips, and said, "Reward."

Bach let out a muffled laugh, and here Yan'an lay down next to him and said, "It's time for my goodnight kiss."

"Son, do you still need Dad to tell you a story?" Bach's voice was particularly loud in the darkness.

Yan'an thought for a while, "Then tell a story about a tough guy and a tough guy who is the gong."

......

Tough guy, Yan'an?Bach looked at Yan'an's little blurred eyes illuminated by the bright light of the mobile phone screen, and his mouth cramped and hurt when he smiled.

But Bach didn't speak for a long time. In fact, he was thinking that Yan'an was still too young. Although he was already an adult, he always felt that Yan'an was still a child, and it would be a bit strange to attack children...

Just seeing Yan'an makes me feel irritable, and I haven't solved my physical problems for a long time. Today I suddenly think about what happened that day, and thinking about Yan'an's round buttocks last night, I feel my blood boil.

Bach stretched his hands and feet outside, the coolness invaded, and he could still suppress the fire in his heart.

"Once upon a time, there was a tough guy named Yan'an who held Bach under his body for 360 degrees/for six days. From then on, Bach begged his grandpa to sue his grandma, but in the end he couldn't escape the fate of being/fucked. How, how." Yan'an thought to himself As he talked, he laughed softly, and finally couldn't help laughing, the sound almost tore the floor down.

Bach was frightened by Yan'an's smile, his heart itching, his head held high, his blood speeding up, and his blood flowed backwards.This is the same as the chicken leg in front of him being gnawed by someone, and he was so angry that his toothache, and then Yan'an said that, now Bach is not even in the mood to pay attention to him.

This is indeed a problem, there must be someone who bows first.

Yan'an laughed so hard that the bed was shaking, and only after laughing enough did he realize that he was the only protagonist, and the other person's thoughts had gone to nowhere.Yan'an poked the tip of Bach's nose, Bach closed his eyes and ignored him.

"Do you know there is an idiom called Kong Rong Rang Li." Yan'an pinched his nose and said.

Bach opened his eyelids, "Then you should know that there is an idiom called respecting the old and loving the young."

Yan'an rolled his eyes, "That's right, I'm young, if you want to love me, you have to listen to me, then I'll be on top, two to one, you lose."

This topic ended here, the two of them silently looked at the pitch-dark place, as for what they were thinking, no one knew.

The author has something to say:

no one knows what to think,

I know!

Bach thought, I'm going to fuck him.

Yan'an was thinking in his heart, what should I do to make him feel comfortable.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Cover your face.

Off topic

It's okay to work overtime, the key is that I don't know how to do it

May the folks stop learning about civil engineering,

Working overtime every day is a dog,